New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-12-25
NETWORK LIFE.
THE STORY OF LA CIGALEs DAY.
A GIRLS WAYS AT HOME AND ABROAD.

type song and story, end her eltterng existence
with tho coming OF autumn. Her summer IS long,
sometimes long that her ia nily begin to despair
and To realize that summer can DO dfeary weather,
when you have moth ng else but summer, Her Nay -
her first season. when at eighteen she lnrstsnpoh
society, willing and anxious to DO dazziea' strong /"
youth, her inrAl ercnce her fine complexion. her
August is the Of Ter engagements ending IN her
marriage say at twenty-five These halcyon years arc
her summer. Thcr in the long. golden DAYS she
spyncs through the shadows of the trembling caNS'
awnings on bending spre Of feathcred grass SENDS ior'
her sweet shrl Pipe in the hot still afternoons dozes
among the cool clover roots sheltered from h' Va3a
breeze spreads her green wings, whirinG to the sun
careless Joyous, free, La CiSalc
Ia Cirac's life IS brilliant rcretlt on-a monotonY
~ unbrolen uxmy To day is like yesterday and to-
,ror,ou- ,,u hc Ike TO-DAY. At mid dag when papa
Aas lonr ara gone down town, close shat In ID" he"
trcncha, when Cholly with his head thrust wei OUT
nj his collar his slopng shoulders bent ior"ad HIS
arms bowed like the front legs of his faVoH'e ION ',
rier his iav set and eyes XcdhaS swung oo"n &" van
Street tlcc hours before; when man ma mas o'nV,'
ne, household affairs and the little brothers ana >ScS
have been a play the side OF the larh since
ten La Cl-alc les sunk In ard scented sumner
Nothing must disturb her Tho servants tp-t'e paSt
her door with held breath. the houscman must u'.
svcep the hall The noises Of The street come ns".
and faint 70 that drowsy paradise Is din ana STILL
the ali IS heavy with the scent If the boaqc'~ i'ns
IN hovls u watsr The crItains drawn and IN the
warm half light Of this nest OF beauty everything ICONS
vague as the memory Of a dream 1he easy 'hdis'
the tiny Louis seize davenport, the soft sofa Win
pledup pillows the pictures I'm white ana eold l. dNies
the mirror with faint rich glmmcrings from the dress
Inc table beneath, the misty sweep Of white saize
living across chair all show family In the PINK
twilight Cooled among her pillows, check on hahH
lies lie Cigalc breathing softly. Fer hair In litIe
braid IS spread the pillow; her eyelaShes' carA
and curly lie her check and on her lips rests
SMILE reminiscent Of last nights triunphs Pres My
she strs gives soft, sleepy little moan, ana turning
stretches luxuriously rpralsne her arms from which
The loose VIII te sleeves slip back: then nc,e' down
n,ooag the warmed pillows with long, lazy sigh and
tails drowsly:
"Fcllcics
Enter Fe,icc, the French maid. She draws the cur
talns and lets the sunlight filter in through sash
curtains of pink silk softfoocd cat she creates
order out OF chaos uiteIs taemen'ary French re-
grcts over the crumpled gauze master piece com
prehends the of the rnged prog anime While
she smcols out the long gloves and sweeps into the
palm of her hand the dropped petals Of the roses
Over the chair-back She throws the furtrImmed
wrapper and places on the rug the furlncd slippers.
All this In dead silence fCf la Cgac IS Waking.
La Clgalc IS firm believer In the adase Hurry no
mans cattle" She allows herself to hurry, and
In Consequence her awakening is lengthy pert,Im-
ance For long time she lies with her hands clasped
vmlling dreamily turns ylwrS with wakefil SQUAD,
and gazes at the pink cdtans with her eyes half open
Tying absolutely moonlcss She says suddenly, inter
est overcoming sleep IN her languid voice
How IS my dress, Fclciel Euinedl"
Fccle, holding IT at arms length, surveys II with her
head .de La Cigalc, aroused, raises herself
on her elbow and with her fingers buried In her hair
silently considers the wreck she IS SO preOccupic1
in the draggled draperles and ragged strips If gauze,
that when mamma enters she silently presents
~ for Ia nal md
says ousy, gazing at Fccie,
Don't you suppose IT'S possible to revive 1t with
,ome fresh iuc."
An Loul later when she Is sitting before tho oval
mirror, soaking her fugcr-tps In bowl Of warm
water, and watching Teice In the glass, she plies
slvcrback brush, there Il knt elk at the door and
erters unto her brilliant young woman, all smiling
enthusiasm. La CigaIe who has been silent and alb
soTbed b lghtcns
"Ah, Birdie dearest is tina; y~u1" she says with
vivacity and jerking her hair out Of Fecio's grasp
presents her lips for BRIDES KISS Ri die IL Clga!es
tosom fTcnda b friend being p.rt Of the person
al baggage Of all Cigales ST, "a chOsen-as
choose their ves-for tho inferior quality OF her
brains Beside her La Cgale enjoys the sensation of
being an eagle. La Cigilc also loves Birdie because
she is quietly that OSCILLATIONS havo been includ
ed among the conventional methods of Brides
repertoire. La Cigae feels her dignity and rejolces
She has objection to BRIDES lovers wrec king them.
selves upon the coral reefs but 1t gives hc delicious
feeling Of superiority TO realize that her lovers
quite badly wrecked without such mcretricous aid
Birdie, despite pIentude Of admirers, is chroncaly
In that probation state enjoyed so by Miss 1ilda
squeers-" not exactly engaged-but Jus, going be-"
She Is handsome, striking you lg girl with uipped
in waist. a splendid spread OF glossy cloth ovor her
broad shoulders, daShlng hat on Der shining brads
dotted veil to the tip OF we'll bred and
impcrtincnt. Her hands nestled into a ntto muf
farf fact cchar ,I,D tn io.,l
shoes. Altogether Birdie has air OF good society
about her, most beautiful to She draws up
chair Int In the Interest Of watching Fecic colebrs
the mystic rites OF Lal drcooHg, Tie conversation Ian
cuisines
Says La Cigalc looking nxedy in tho glass:
didn't sou havo charming tine last night take
care, fcilcie that's too tlght-take it out"
Perfectly stunning absehtly. watching with
batcd breath, Felce fields up la Clgsles bangs In
little squares Of paper, and heats the tongs.
Did y0d think the buds looked p.rlo( tly lovely =,
Good Heavens Follcc, that's too hot"
"Y-c-s," leaning forward with crossed hands rest
Ing on her nun, and gazing open mou'hcd the fongs
close sazzng Oh the first paper treasure, Aren't you
sfraid that's going 10 be too nlggery n"
breathess silence follows. Then:
"what did you think OF Eahel Fisk Browns dress 2"
"Hdecos-don't believe for instant 1t was Worth
Oh, do taLc care, tina, last onc's smoking"
The bouquet of burnt hsr hero pcrme asss tho stno.
phere to tho exclusion Of tho breath Ut tho fading
toseS IL Cieac Jerks her hesd Subway. aud nxes
Fclice wath awful lock Pei,cie with sa.ru,oc pro
Aeststions Ia French and English removes the paper
~rapplngs. No spe~ks bot ell brcaihs audibly
Birdie, nsvousiy biting her underlp. gsscs tho
forehead Of her friend adorned with a circle Of
Ncllcookod euris, TO the glass end back again. La
Cigalo turns her sAso.i snxoasly tho curi
eoeoons, which at present not particularly
promising But 81 decorative curi-cuiture Fecie 10
hard beat. she escens upon the smoking rlngIcts
with O silver comb, ana--presto, change IA nufy
golden cioud bursts forth above La Cigale's brow.
With . mutual sigh Of rcef aitor tho tension u the
~ Tow moments, the conversation breaks out.